Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2842: 579: Maya Joins the Team! The Origin of the Nest!

Fiery rage burned in the eyes of the Holy War Army Master's true form, as anger boiled over.

"Curse it! That blasted Dusk Palace Master! He's shown up once more!"

"Every Divine General, rush back to the central headquarters without delay!"

"All Generals, guide your troops to pull out from the fortress right away!"

Within the whole God Race, besides the Holy War Army Master itself, nobody could stand against the Dusk Palace Master, so the moment it learned of Levi's comeback, its immediate response was to command the entire group to withdraw, steering clear of any direct clash for now.

Simultaneously, it shifted its awareness toward the Dark Temple.

An expansive cosmic expanse unfolded, with three immense silhouettes materializing sequentially.

"What's going on?" The Amethyst Saint's tone came out rough and gravelly.

These recent times had been rough on him. Despite his haughty and unbeatable demeanor, he sensed the looming threat from Nora and started plotting a getaway strategy.

The deep-seated enmity between the Amethyst Race and the wizards stretched back ages, leaving zero room for any truce. What's more, the wizards were eager to turn every member of the Amethyst Race into Wizard Tools.

The Worm Lord and the Dark Sun Sovereign faced their own troubles too; sitting idle while awaiting Nora's assault clashed with their bold spirits, so each one turned to thoughts of pulling back.

"The Dusk Palace Master has shown up in my domain—I require your assistance!"

Throwing aside the dignity of a level-10 being, the Holy War Army Master focused solely on safeguarding its own strength.

"Where exactly is he?" the Amethyst Saint inquired.

"Just a short time back, he was spotted in the Kerry Territory, and right now I believe he might be moving toward But, Luo Fu, or Aiken Territory... those spots lie nearest to Kerry and hold my Generals in position. I've set up the escape already, but I need you to provide backup for them."

After hearing that, the Amethyst Saint paused briefly before responding:

"Those locations sit too distant from my own lands; even sending out the Purple Crystal Seven Kings wouldn't get them there in time."

The key issue was that the Purple Crystal Seven Kings couldn't hold a candle to the Dusk Palace Master—dispatching them would just mean handing over amethysts on a platter.

Through the years, he had summoned every last Amethyst Race member to the heart of the Amethyst civilization, gearing up to defend their home, whether that meant launching a final stand or devising a successful escape route to pull the whole civilization out of the fray and exit the Pan-Plane.

The Worm Lord chimed in:

"I'm helpless here as well, my friend... it's unfortunate the Dusk Palace Master isn't invading my turf, or I'd send an avatar to slay him without question!"

A dark scowl twisted the Holy War Army Master's face, nearly erupting into curses.

Are they all just dodging now? We swore to stand or fall as one—turns out these ancient fools can't be counted on!

To date, the God Race had endured the heaviest toll!

The Dark Sun Sovereign hung back quietly while they offered their dodges. He once possessed a Black Sun clone, but the link broke because of Edmund. At present, that Black Sun remained lost, drifting across the Multidimensional Plane, leaving him isolated.

"Why not recruit a few powerful Dark Pirates? Those types chase only gains and could soften the blow to your ranks."

The Amethyst Saint proposed.

The Holy War Army Master shot him a icy glare before disconnecting.

With the Dusk Palace Master's reputation spreading far, even the pirates weren't idiots, forcing him to reach out once more to the Blood Fire Dominator.

Before long, the shadowy image of an odd figure materialized in front of the statue.

"Lord, the Dusk Palace Master has arrived—I beg for your aid."

"I'm aware already; his arrival couldn't be worse timed... Right now, I'm locked in combat against the insect race's [Stinging Snake Queen] and can't divide my focus. Do your best to hold onto your troops for now, and hold out until the angels and avatars I've positioned get there."

"Understood."

A wave of relief washed over the Holy War Monarch.

When push comes to shove, only the Main God delivers!

Without the supreme artifact known as the Dark Temple's power to link across the Multidimensional Plane without barriers, it would have fled ages ago.

"Hmph, we all forged that temple together—this Amethyst Saint has no claim to it. The instant the Main God breaks free, we'll reclaim it by any means!"

...

On the other side.

Amid a barren stretch of the Star Wilderness, broken Divine Kingdoms littered the landscape, marking it as a primary clash zone between the Dark Insects and the astral world.

Across almost two millennia of conflict, innumerable Gods had perished, with the devastation rivaling ancient eras and the clashes within the Nightmare World.

What enraged everyone most was how certain Nightmare World Monarchs exploited the astral world's turmoil to launch incursions. Fortunately, it hadn't escalated to full war; else, the astral world would face off alone against two dominant civilizations.

Thanks to its special traits, the astral world rose late yet surged ahead, boasting overall might that likely topped the Four Great Giants.

Back then, the [Star Worm] infested the [Star Cluster Brain], devouring the bulk of its underling [Star Saints] to spawn hordes of Gods.

The astral world excelled at indoctrination, drawing in a massive batch of near-level-10 frail Gods from the Multidimensional Plane to serve as expendable fodder. The bulk of casualties came from these Lower Gods, while the Upper Gods saw only light damage.

Still, the damage ran deep. Victory over the insect disaster might come, but healing could demand a full epoch.

All at once, a jet-black wormhole tore open on the battlefield, linking straight to the Sea of Ruins. Through the almighty force that warped time and space, the Sea of Ruins twisted into a swirling black maelstrom spanning a million miles wide, birthing a gigantic entity armored in [transcendent-level chitinous shell], stretching beyond six hundred thousand miles.

Its form evoked a massive shelled serpent, yet broken into centipede-like segments, lined with more than a billion pairs of razor-sharp "scythe claws" along its flanks, ending in a "clamp tail," topped by a head with a metal jaw that could split to 180 degrees.

As it arrived, swarms of akin insects poured forth, seeming tiny next to it but truly measuring dozens of meters each. Other bug varieties followed too, each handling unique duties.

"What a pain... how in the world did this reach my sector?"